I would like to share My Grandma's story of her life in Rogers County with those of you on the list. It is pretty long so I will send it in two parts. Mary Elizabeth Peterson Gosnell gives a human element to our ancestoral statistics by writing her life story when she was 90 years of age. When she would awaken in the early morning hours,unable to fall back asleep,she would bring out her blue composition spiral notebook and handwrite,very carefully,the story of her life and many stories of her beloved family members.........I was born in the Dogwood Hills of Chelsea, Indian Territory (Oklahoma) April 28, 1897. My father was James Peterson from Copenhagen, Denmark. He came to this country when he was a young man. He could not speak a word of English and said he learned his first English words from children on the streets of New York City. My mother was Martha Elizabeth Tate Foster, a young widow with two small children from Marlton, Arkansas. Mother and Father met at a friend's house and were married soon after that. My Father was a Carpenter and a Stonemason. He also l iked to farm and owned a pair of big black mares. He was known about the country as the man with the big black horses by people who did not know his name. He was a good farmer and a good man. Mother used to talk to me about my Father for I was so young when we lost him. I still remember things he said and did. Mother said he was good to his family, good to his neighbors and everybody liked him. He and Mother had only about twelve years together. He was a big strong man who had never been sick in his life, but pneumonia took him in nine short days. A few days before Father got sick, he and Mother had gathered up some chickens to take to town to sell and, someway, one of them scratched Mother on the inside of a finger, but she didn't pay much attention to it but in two or three days it got sore and swelled up and a red streak run up her arm and then they knew something bad was wrong. She had a high fever and they called the doctor. Father's fever was going higher and higher and he was talking out of his head, talking to his horses. Our neighbors were there doing everything they could, but Father passed away on Thanksgiving Day and they all thought Mother was going to die too. We had one neighbor man who sat by Mother's bedside day and night dripping medicine on her arm. I guess that was what saved her life. After Father passed away and in a little while, a man put two chairs at the foot of mother's bed and I wondered what they were for. I soon found out. They brought that long black box with Father in it and placed it on the chairs, then two men raised Mother up so she could see Father for the last time. I just thought Mother couldn't stand it, but she did. We children didn't know what to do. We just stood around Mother's bed. Then they took Father outside and put him in the hack and he was carried to the cemetery by his big black horses and he was laid to rest by the side of Grandfather TATE (Mother's father) at the Ward's Grove Cemetery near what is now Foile, Oklahoma. Mother was sick what seemed like a long time with her hand, but when she got better, she began to think about finding a place to move. We couldn't live on that big farm for we had no one to work it. Lewis, my brother, was only fifteen years old, not old enough to take care of the stock or farm. Mother and Lewis started out to find a place to live. They found a neighbor who had a 20 acre patch with a two-room house on it. He said to just move in and if you want to plant anything, just plant. No one had lived on the place for a long time so the house wasn't much but it was a place to live. Mother got busy selling what she could, like hogs and two milk cows and other things we had. We took a few chickens with us. Mother was just planning to stay there until Spring, then she planned to move to town where she might find work. We were all feeling a little better now that we were settled in a house. Now, maybe we could make it to Spring so Spring passed into Summer. Mother went out one night to shut the chicken coops. I was sitting in the kitchen door watching her. When she shut the last coop, I saw her kneel down and then I heard her praying. She was talking to the Lord and I thought now everything is going to be all right-but I was wrong. Just a few days later our house burned to the ground and everything we had went with it. Our neighbors were there but we had no water to fight fire with, so we had to stand and watch everything burn. Mother had put some meat skins in a pan in the oven to cook the fat off of them and crisp them up the way we all liked them and the grease caught fire. One man did pull our old trunk out, but it didn't have much in it. We spent the night with a neighbor and the next morning Lewis loaded up the plow and some other things and we went to Uncle Bob Tate's, Mother's brother. We stayed there a few months. Uncle Bob wanted to use our horses to haul pipe in the oil fields and did. One of them died and Mother sold the other one to a farmer. That deep mud and heavy loads just pulled them to death. From Uncle Bob's we went to Chelsea where Mother and Lewis found work right away. Mother found a job cooking at the Clayton Hotel. Mother was a good cook and stayed about two years and Lewis found work driving for Dr. Caldwell on his house calls. It wasn't an easy job for a l5 year old boy for he had to get up all hours at night and drive the doctor on his calls. All this time, I was living with a family in Claremore, Oklahoma who wanted me to live with them. I don't know why, for I wasn't a very pretty little girl and with no home, but I was big enough to wash dishes. They had two little boys, one was about my age and he didn't like to help me with the dishes. His father was Mr. Ben Hester, Principal of the Claremore School. He always said that he was going to make a teacher out of me. I have often wondered what my life might have been like if I had lived with them. I am sure I would have been raised just right and I would have been able to spell all of these words that I can't spell now, but I might not have met that big boy with the knee pants and big feet and I'm sure it would not have been worth that. My little sister, Viola, was not in school yet, so she had to spend the day at the Hotel and go home with Mother at night, then get up early and go with Mother to go back to the Hotel. After she stopped working at the hotel and just cleaned homes for people. Then, one day a thin man came to our house. He had on a blue shirt that had not been ironed. Mother met him at the door and shook hands with him. We had never seen her shake hands with a man so we wondered who he was. Well, this was the day the Lord had sent CHARLEY GOSNELL our way. He came in the house and they talked a long time. He came back a few times and then they told us they were going to get married. The first thing I thought about when I heard that, was that I would get to come and stay home all the time. They were married at Claremore and I packed my little bag and went home with them. Mr. and Mrs.Hester tried to talk Mother into leaving me with them, but whe wouldn't leave me unless I wanted to stay. Well, we all went home to HIS house that evening. There were HIS children, Elmer and Ada and HER children, Mary and Viola. We just sat down and looked at each other. We didn't say a word. After a while, Elmer went out and soon came back with a friend with him and he didn't say anything either, and it took us about two days to be able to talk. In a few days we had put our furniture together and moved into one house. Dad was working on the railroad at that time. One day a train came through and had a wreck at the edge of town; just a small wreck, but it wrecked a car that was loaded with fresh fruit. That evening Dad brought home a big stalk of ripe bananas. We thought that was the best thing in the world he could have brought to us. We had never seen so many bananas in one bunch. We had bananas for several days. When Spring arrived, Dad bought an old team of horses and rented a small farm about four miles out of town. They planted a big garden and a melon patch and corn. That was when Elmer and I got a taste of chopping weeds out of the cornfield. The weather was hot and the corn was a lot taller than we were so if there was a breeze, the corn got it, but we didn't. Mother tried to make it easy on us. Every day she would bring us that good fried bread with sugar on it and fresh water to drink. We would sit under a shade tree and eat our snack and talk to Mother. It took a few days to clean the weeds out of that field, but there was always another field ready. Two years after Mother and Charley Gosnell were married they had a little boy. We all loved him very much. We named him Earl Henry, the Henry part was after his father. He was a happy little boy. He grew up to be a good man and he married a good girl and they had seven children. They were a happy family. Then Mother & Charley had a little girl named Dorothy. They were so special to us and they were both taken away from us. We lost Dorotha first, at Tahlequah, Oklahoma. When she was about sixteen she was thrown from a horse hitting her head on a rock, crushing the back of her head in.Our family never got over that. Earl died from prostate cancer in Andrews, Texas at age 62 .....To go on with the story of my life...While we lived on that farm, we went to school at the Condry School about a mile through the woods. We made some good friends and we were friends after we left that school. I still write to one of the girls, Mary Yochum. Of course, she is 89 years old now and so am I, but we still write about playing ball and Black Man. We always had a good garden and Mother always saved garden seed for the next year so she had the seed all put away, but I found the pumpkin seed and I liked pumpkin seed. I would crack the seed and get the goody out and eat it. But this time, something went wrong and I wasn't expecting it.We children always got along so good as a family and never fought among ourselves, but once, and this was that time. Elmer found me eating the pumpkin seed and he tried to take them away from me and he couldn't, so he threw me down on the bed and held my arms and legs down so I couldn't move. All this time he was yelling for Mamma and I was trying to move, so I couldn't hit him, pull his hair, so I just had one thing that I could do to move him-so I did it. I spit right in his face. At that, he yelled louder and here came Mamma. Well, we got that settled after a while and I got the worst end of it. Of course, Elmer was always Mother's Pet, anyway and after that I let the old pumpkin seed alone. They weren't very good anyway..... The Fourth of July was always a big day for us. Dad always had time to take us all to the Fourth of July Picnic at Chelsea. We would see the races and get an ice cream cone. They made the cones right there at the ice cream stand and an orangeade made in a big wash tub with a man selling and singing,"Orangeade made in the shade, stirred with a spade, just good enough for any old maid" and he was selling as fast as he could fill the glasses for five cents a big glass, and the ride on the Merry-Go-Round, I thought, was the most beautiful music I had ever heard, and I still like to hear it....Well, Dad tried farming for a few years but it was no big success so he went looking for something else to do. Our neighbor was loading up to go to Missouri. He owned a little farm and had left it and came to Oklahoma to get rich. Well, he didn't find what he came after so now he was homesick for the hills again and told Dad what a wonderful country it was. He said there were empty houses on small farms that you could just move into and go to farming and that DID sound good so Dad loaded us all up and we went with the man. It was like the man said-there were a lot of empty houses where people had starved out and left so we moved into one of the empty houses. It had a big fireplace and a pretty good house about a half mile from that man's place and a short distance from Pineville, Missouri.